While coming from the station I saw two young reservists, to all appearances brothers, as they hurried to the barracks, carrying their small belongings in a valise.  Along with them walked a little old lady crying, presumably their mother.  They passed a general in full uniform.  Up went their hands to their caps in military salute, whereupon the old general threw his arms wide open and embraced them both, saying:  “Go on, my boys, do your duty bravely and stand firm for your emperor and your country.  God willing, you will come back to your old mother.”  The old lady smiled through her tears.  A shout went up, and the crowds surrounding the general cheered him.  Long after I had left I could hear them shouting.

A few streets farther on I saw in an open cafe a young couple, a reservist in field uniform and a young girl, his bride or sweetheart.  They sat there, hands linked, utterly oblivious of their surroundings and of the world at large.  When somebody in the crowd espied them, a great shout went up, the public rushing to the table and surrounding them, then breaking into applause and waving hats and handkerchiefs.  At first the young couple seemed to be utterly taken aback and only slowly did they realize that the ovation was meant for them.  They seemed confused, the young girl blushing and hiding her face in her hands, the young man rising to his feet, saluting and bowing.  More cheers and applause.  He opened his mouth as if wanting to speak.  There was a sudden silence.  He was vainly struggling for expression, but then his face lit up as if by inspiration.  Standing erect, hand at his cap, in a pose of military salute, he intoned the Austrian national hymn.  In a second every head in that throng was bared.  All traffic suddenly stopped, everybody, passengers as well as conductors of the cars, joining in the anthem.  The neighboring windows soon filled with people, and soon it was a chorus of thousands of voices.  The volume of tone and the intensity of feeling seemed to raise the inspiring anthem to the uttermost heights of sublime majesty.  We were then on our way to the station, and long afterwards we could hear the singing, swelling like a human organ.

What impressed me particularly in Vienna was the strict order everywhere.  No mob disturbances of any kind, in spite of the greatly increased liberty and relaxation of police regulations.  Nor was there any runaway chauvinism noticeable, aside from the occasional singing of patriotic songs and demonstrations like the one I just described.  The keynote of popular feeling was quiet dignity, joined to determination, with an undercurrent of solemn gravity and responsibility.

I had stopped in Vienna only long enough to bid good-bye to my father, and left for the headquarters of my regiment in Graz.  I reported there for duty and then went to join the Fourth Battalion, which was stationed at Leoben, one hour away from Graz, my orders being to take command of the first platoon in the sixteenth company.  My platoon consisted of fifty-five men, two buglers, and an ambulance patrol of four.